"Another pet clinic, got it."
Jimmy was really speechless. Why did these people all like to go to pet clinics for medical treatment? No, what he should be asking was, why did these underground doctors like to use pet clinics as a front?
At the back door of the clinic, Jimmy put the Agent down first, then parked his car not far in front, before he walked over. Watson had already received the message that someone had entered through the back door.
Jimmy looked around, but didn't find anyone on the ground. No, that wasn't right, Watson had said his man had failed, so they must have encountered each other, right? Looking inside the clinic, there was someone lying on a table that resembled an operating one, someone walking towards the back door, and a few others in another room, probably patients waiting their turn. As for the pets they were holding or leading, he didn't need to bother with them. After all, this was a pet clinic, and it was normal.
